Bankroll Squad by David Weaver

morning Malcolm! I made you some breakfast.... I’ll go get it. Don’t move.”
Before he could reply, Pam was gone to the kitchen to retrieve the breakfast that she had cooked. After arriving at Pam’s house the night before, they drank some champagne and fell asleep watching a movie. Malcolm was distraught over everything that had unfolded, so emotionally, he was extremely vulnerable. Although they flirted heavily, they never took it all the way to a complete sexual level. Although
Pam really wanted him, she knew that the best way to capture her man was psychologically, not sexually. She cuddled up next to him, constantly reassuring him that everything was going to be absolutely fine. After a while, she opened up to him about her relationship problems. She told him that it was very difficult to get a real man because every man that she encountered was always intimidated both by her beauty and possessions. She knew that the only way to get a man to open up, was to open up first. And it worked. After venting over some of her relationship woes, Malcolm felt compelled to make an attempt to relate to her. He told her about the argument that he and Jennifer had. He also told her about the text messages that she had sent him. He expressed how he felt about Kyla, and Pam said that her feelings for Kyla were mutual; that she also loves Kyla. Pam knew that Malcolm’s heart was fragile due to all it had just endured, so she had to handle it delicately. Malcolm looked around Pam’s plush bedroom, admiring the decor and the original interior design. The carpet was about 5 inches thick, and was the color of a chinchilla coat. Her carpet looked like it cost the same amount as a hard-top Bentley. The blanket was chinchilla, and the mattress on the bed actually contoured to every curve on his body and it did the same thing on her side without disturbing his. Malcolm was impressed with her place and was delighted when she told him that he could stay as long as he wanted to. It wasn’t really about the house, it was more about the home. Malcolm knew, as well as Pam, that he could go buy another house before lunch time and be in it before dinner, but Malcolm also knew that life was too short and too valuable to spend alone. Granted he still loved his wife but what good is that if love don’t love you back, he reasoned. Besides, the love that Kyla had just exhibited made him realize the difference between telling someone you love them and showing someone you love them. Kyla had shown her love by sacrificing the most important thing that she would ever own ... her life. Pam walked into the bedroom wearing a red and gold silk kimono carrying a plate of pancakes, bacon, sausage, and eggs. In her other hand was a bowl of Captain Crunch.
“That’s my favorite cereal, Pam ... how did you know I liked Captain Crunch?”
Pam smiled, as she sat his plate and bowl of cereal on the lamp stand.
“Because you told me years ago, and when you told me, I remember planning out this very exact breakfast for you if ever provided the opportunity. So ... lo and behold.”
She turned to go back into the kitchen to get her breakfast, the sunlight highlighting her golden skin tone; as if to underline her beauty in order for the world to see it. When they got through eating, she laid back cuddled up in Malcolm’s arms. He checked his Iphone and saw that he had missed 24 calls from Catfish throughout the night. None from Jennifer, he thought to himself. He thought of Kyla laying in the Emergency Room of the hospital in a coma and promptly broke away from Pam and got dressed.
“Pam, I’m on my way to the hospital. I’ll be there for a couple of hours. How about I call you around lunchtime, so maybe we can meet up?”
“That’ll be perfect for me because I still have a little work to do, and if I finish in time, I planned on going to the mall to pick up a few things. Take my Aston Martin, I’ll just drive my Benz today,” she said as she tossed him the